Day and night, up and down

Out of silence, one suddenly hears sound

Happy and sad, good or bad

She is a lass, and he is a lad

Winter is cold while Summer is hot

Spring brings new life that in Fall just dies off…

Right and wrong, upright or unjust

From cruelty to kindness, or loathing to lust

To appreciate one thing, you must first see the other

Whether father or mother or sister or brother…

One might first be lost and then suddenly found

Relief surges forth and knees fall to the ground…

To be empty and then filled

Broken pieces firmly healed

From death one can choose to be reborn

Given a heart that no longer feels forlorn…

I wouldn’t have known I was truly without

Unless Jesus had first, so lovingly

Chosen to reach out!